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I tried to open my weary eyes, but they were covered in some thick heavy fluid, and felt almost glued shut. I went to wipe them clear with a hand, wondering idly what it could be but.

Neither the hand on my face nor the face my hand was on were in any way human. And that's how the dream came back to me, of my violation and transformation by some great (in the mythological context) beast, which I'd hardly gotten a glimpse at.

And belatedly realized exactly what it was that coated my face and eyes so heavily. Even after I passed out it mast have continued to use my comatose body for its own pleasure, leaving me wrapped in alien flesh and bone and coated in a thick blanket of daemonic jizz, and thats before thinking of what condition it left said flesh and bone in, or if it bothered to leave me in one piece at all...

Filled with a new sense of urgency i tried to simply shake it off of my head like a dog, but was met almost instantly with a spike of intense, agonizing pain through the entirety of my head. I let out a deep, pained whimper and almost passed out again, and after several minutes( but felt like several *hours*) i continued the attempt with my hands.

It took time, that soon after such a metamorphosis its inevitable for everything to take time, but eventually I'd cleared them enough to open my eyes and look about at the carnage my visitor had left in its wake.

Burns and massive rending claw marks over the walls, with more deep gouges left in the floor and the bed torn almost to pieces, the bars at the foot of the bed bent, looking like they'd been made semi-molten. All the electronics are smashed and shattered, my dresser knocked over, and the mirror on the wall is shattered.

And where once was a window is now a massive hole in the wall. Hard to forget that.

It took me some time, ten, maybe twenty minutes, to get myself picked up off the wreckage of my bed. I even managed to get to the shards of mirror on the floor and find one of decent size to get a look at myself with.

And I saw, in glimpses, what you see before you now, but a bit smaller and much dirtier. A large reptilian creature, with two piercing eyes the color of magma, roiling oranges and reds, with slit pupils. Covered in deep, deep purple scales, but a few shades lighter than black, and with a (under the debris and fluids) metallic sheen, shaped like shields and overlapping. My head long and lean, with only the barest nubs of black horns. My limbs are thicker than they were when i was human, much more muscular, but with the rest of my frame they're almost lithe in appearance, with the... I'm still not entirely certain what terminology to use, hands, paws, nothing seems to fit these new appendages, longer and wider than hands, but with almost as much dexterity and thumbs. Regardless they end in short curved claws.

I admit it took me some time to realize my newly lengthened neck made the mirror redundant for looking at the sides, back, and undercarriage of my new form. When i eventually did i got a much better look than i could get with the glass. Great, expansive wings easily folded up and held tightly to my back without any concious effort on my part, thin bones ending in pointed black claws and interspersed with a thin mallow membrane, each one going from just behind the shoulders to the very end of my back, just after the hips. And just after those i could see the base of an extremely long sinuous tail, the last foot or so of its length being almost imperceptibly thin, bringing to mind a whip like motion.

And, inevitably, my gaze went beneath me, down to what lay between those rear legs, a long thick scaled sheath and bloated, weighty balls filled far beyond those of any horse or cattle, nearly the size of beachballs, definitely having been filled time and again by my debauchery.

Whilst overall more muscular and larger than i was as a human, my new form is built for a quick graceful strength, lithe and made of smooth lines, more akin to a ferret than a bulldog, if that makes sense.

And if you know what those are? Yes? okay good I didn't want to come up with another analogy.

But lengthy observations aside, that's how i awoke, filthy, sore, and surrounded by the wreckage of what was once my life. And filled with a hunger for vengeance, like justice but colored more with hatred and violence then that would permit. A hunger for carnality, for lust and the quenching there of, of breeding all those around me. A hunger for treasure, to take all the gold and all the gems of the world and ensconce myself with them, to be immersed in wealth.

And an actual, literal, physical hunger for food.

Since its unlikely whatever kept the others in the house from hearing the wreckage and assault would keep them from seeing a draconic creature shuffling through the kitchen (and that i wouldn't fit through the rooms door anyway) i decided to try out my wings through the hole to land out in the tree line.

Climbing half way out the hole and balancing somewhat precariously on some of the half-wrecked boards and. Standing there, trying to figure out how to get the muscles of my wings working. I stood there indecisively for a few minutes, stretching the foreign muscles pensively, trying to decide how to go about it.

And then the choice was made for me when the boards turned from singular chunks of wood to a pile of splinters in the same general area, and i went falling towards the ground, stretching and flapping my wings hurriedly before crashing roughly into the ground, knocking the wind out of me with a loud thunk.

Even more dazed than I already was, it took me several minutes to get back onto my feet and to head towards the treeline again, having not made an impressive distance with my first miscarriage of an attempt at flight.

Skipping some of the duller details i eventually made it past the treeline into the woods, and after a time got to the bank of the small river i spent my childhood sitting at. Taking a deep breath i slowly submerged myself into the cold water, washing off the slime and dirt and debris from my form.

I spent some time out in the woods, looking for anything edible, and after several hours i was about to give up when i took a deep breath in... And learned how much more acute my sense of smell is(probably because of how much more face is dedicated to that sense now). And that's how i spotted the deer, young but with antlers, probably the first ones its grown. It gave me a merry chase, weaving through the trees and, while i was faster it could definitely fit through tighter spaces than i could, forcing me to weave around stands of trees and debris it could fit between until i finally managed to reach out and snag the creature's hind leg by its hoof and pull it roughly back. It swung around its antlers desperately, very nearly goring me in an eye, but after a minute or two of struggle i managed to grab one of its flailing antlers and yank powerfully on it straight backwards until i hear the loud cracking pop and the fight leaves it.

Skipping over the gory details of my first attempt at butchering, i will say the whole process of cleaning and cooking game is made easier by the natural claws and flame at my disposal.

I searched and searched throughout the woods but found no trace of the one who did this to me, and eventually resigned myself to needing to seek help from a human and hope to high heaven they don't just shoot me and mount my head or make me into a belt or something. Fearing assault or particularly embarrassing curiosity from the wildlife i decided to make wherever it is i decided to sleep that night as unwelcoming to the wildlife as possible. I found a nice enough clearing with, oddly enough, an almost perfect circle of mushrooms.

Under normal circumstances i would be extremely suspicious of such a thing, but whether fae or faeries or what-have-you are real or not, id been raped and transmogrified by a dragon. Whatever they could do would likely pale in comparison to what i had already gone through, and the potentially toxic mushrooms would likely serve as a deterrent for animals. To be safe i dug a few holes around the clearing and set small fires in them, and that's good enough a place to rest as any, curled up in the cold grass like a damned dog, tired and miserable.

Honestly, in a sane world that would have been enough. But, clearly, we do not *live* in a sane world.

As if that hadn't been clear enough.

Half asleep, still cold and sore and tired i caught perhaps the single greatest smell i had ever had the luxury to smell. Earthy, but with a heat to it. Like a combination of potting soil, fresh-cut grass, and an after effect of cayenne, not enough to burn but just enough to make your eyes water a bit. With perhaps a sort of. Cinnamony. After-smell? Is that a thing? Regardless. I sniffed deeper and deeper into it, slowly opening my mouth to yawn with my tongue out when - "hnnggk!"- something tight, wet, and oh-so-hot engulfed my snout and almost drowned me, forcing my eyes open and my mind awake just to see: deer ass. My muzzle shoved in its cooch, eyes looking directly at its asshole and cute fluffy white tail.

I pulled back quickly, sputtering and spitting as my mouth is pulled from that pussy and i turn to see that I have awoken in a forest completely unalike the one i had fallen to sleep in, no mushroom circle around me, trees taller than a sky-scraper and as wide as a car is long. The forest is deeper and older and darker, with canopies above and thick undergrowth below, and speaking of above and below I quickly turned back to see that it was no simple deer my face was under the tail of.

A beautiful, lithe woman, with red hair and sparkling green eyes and the ears of a deer on her head, skin as pale as moonlight, tits that would have fit perfectly in the palm of a human hand and freckles head to waist. And beneath that waste the tawny body of a doe, brown and speckled with white, with a cute white-bottomed tuft-y tail just above a firm ass and a soaking wet, pheromone leaking, winking pussy.

She opened that pretty little mouth of hers and said "Well look at you! Some dragon just comin' round here and defiling a poor innocent maiden!"

"What! I didn't!-"

"And now you're gonna deny it, like you ain't nothin' but primrose and lilies! Like you didn't just have your jaw right up in me without nary an ounce of respect or decency!"

"I! I'm. I'm sorry? I was asleep and!"

She hushedly hissed and spat out "Oh shush it! You're a dragon, yer s'posed to be all confidant and dominant and such and now yer just ruinin' it!"

And that's when it clicked. "Oh as if you're oh so innocent, strutting around naked leaking your juices every where you go! I bet you were wanting someone to walk up and just dig right in, but you're so ashamed of your sluttiness that you just can't admit what you really want is to be used like the toy you are." I'm still not one hundred percent sure how i got into that mode of thought so quickly, i know i never would've been able to say something like that before all. This.

Her face blushing deep crimson she snarked back "oh of course a dragon would jump to everyone else being toys, everyone looks like a disposable cum dump to you lot, even nuns and nannies!"

Not even a beat and "Of course you'd try deflecting it, otherwise you'd have to think about how the only you'd ever really be good at is looking pretty and getting fucked so hard into the ground that that's all you'd be able to do: look pretty and get dicked."

She starts a rebuttal "like some lizard could ever~!" And i ended it by launching forward, grabbed her head and slamming her face into my groin.

Rubbing her face into my overgrown testes i told her "now I'm getting a bjt sick of hearing that voice of yours, so how about we fill your mouth with more then just hot air?"

My hunch was proven right as she started licking around by scaly nuts, sucking and bathing them in her saliva. My new cock quickly made its appearance known and i took a moment to examine it while reaching forward to start fingering her.

A length of sinuous writhing muscle, twitching and moving with every pulse of blood and seeming to model itself, to give different angles and poses as i looked at it, letting me see it as best as possible. A mottled indigo and white, covered in rows of sharp thorn like spines and with a strange lump of of slightly thicker flesh at the base, already leaking thick white pre-seed down her back

Still rubbing my fingers through her drenched but tight pussy I let out a low growl as she began licking and sniffing into my balls, worshiping them like they were the holiest of idols, swirling her long tongue over their surface and polishing them like a favored golden trophy.

And then she moved her face up and took the base of that sinuous length into her mouth and put such an exquisite pressure onto it. Swirling her tongue and sucking on that slightly bulbous part of my flesh, she sent thrills quivering up through me, and I decided to try and do the same in kind, pushing another of my fingers into her quim and start fingering more rapidly.

She sat their squeezing at the base of my dick, lapping her tongue around it and into the sheathe it spilled out of, and I leaned further forward over her back put my face up to her rear, and forced my tongue back into that steaming, pheremonal twat, that now-familiar feeling of molten lightning crawling down from my lungs and straight to my balls, and I swear I could almost *feel* them pulse and thicken with ever sniff and ever drop of her moisture I licked up.

"EEEEK* She let out a high-pitched squeak as I started digging my tongue deep into her core, lapping around and pushing against everything I could reach within her, the vibration of her mouth as she let that adorable little squeal felt damned amazing, and I felt my dick widen in her mouth as it shot out a thick spurt of pre onto her back.

Letting out a thick throaty growl into her pussy I pulled my hips back and thrust my squirming dick into her face, and then did it a second time before she managed to catch it in her mouth the third.

God... her mouth was like heaven, warm and velvety, with a lashing roiling tongue and a nice, tight throat. I pushed forward so quickly she started gagging on my dick, and my soul be damned I loved it. The feel of her tongue wrapping around my dick, her throat pulsing and tightening around the tip of that spire, wringing it (willingly or otherwise) of anything it could get from it, successfully pulling another few spurts of thick pre down her throat, making the gagging worse, before she finally got herself under control and started breathing out of her nose instead, inhaling my scent with her lifes-breath.

My cock and her tongue sat in her mouth, fighting and coiling around one another for dominance, and pained grunts began mixing with her heated moans as the barbs began digging into her, cutting into the flesh of her mouth and tongue, and that hot blood joining her spit and my pre just made it even hotter and even more pleasurable than it already was, as I started sawing myself in and out of her mouth, writhing around inside of her for ever scrap of pleasure I could get from it, just as I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and pushed my face as far towards her as my long neck could get it, getting my long tongue deeper and deeper into her, hitting nerves and finally the source of those amazing pheromones, those ambrosiac juices, an oh-so-tight ring of flesh deep within her core, almost as hot as the smoky flames leaking from my maw, pulsing with her heart beat, grabbing and attempting to pull in the very tip of my tongue.

I thrust my cock deep into her throat and ripped it back out, hearing her squeal in mixed pleasure and pain as her twat began to violently squeeze and pulse around my tongue, pulling it even deeper into her core past her cervix, coating it in the purest essence of need as she came, and I followed right after her, mashing her face into my crotche as that bulb of flesh at the base rapidly expanded, so wide that I though i was going to break her jaw before it finally finished and I started exploding hot, thick cum down her throat.

With that i pull her up by her ass so its at a more convenient place for myself, my dick rubbing up along her human and between her tits "You'll get to work if you knoe what's good for you" i growl out in my best intimidating growl before i dig in, licking my long sinuous tongue over her teats, nipping gently at her nipples before i start sliding my tongue deep into the readily available gash

She -somehow- tasted even better than she smelled, though that may have just been instincts acknowledging the fact that she was at the prime of her fertility. I sent my tongue pushing deep into her, writhing about, soaking in her flavor as she tightens and pulses around me, as if ring to get my tongue to cum deep inside of her all on its own, and i could feel her squirming and writhing in pleasure in my hands, even as she begins squeezing her tits against my dick and sucking and licking at my tip in her mouth, working it for all shes worth.

I rolled my tongue through her, smoke seeping from between my maw and her rear stinging at my eyes, spreading her wide and lapping up as much of her delivious, glorious fluids as I could, from where her gash opened to the world to her tightly closed but winking cervix. More instinct than anything else I kept pushing and pressing against that inner gate, again and again, until eventually the very tip of my tongue managed to slip through and, though i am very wordy and descriptive, I still cannot quite describe the taste I got within, like a pure fire of lust and need and. Purpose? Fulfillment? Yet also a flood, of hormones and liquid and all that, all from just a mere moment, as it did not take but a second or two for her cervix to reassert itself and force my tongue out of her womb, even if the bliss within felt like it lasted forever.

She, the trooper that she is, didn't quit or slack off. Her breasts were massaging into the base of my dick and rubbing their warmth into my balls, pushing her mouth and throat further down the length of my shaft, swirling her tongue around in a quick pattern. After a few minutes to recover from my taste of her innermost chamber and of enjoying her ministrations I decided to pick up the pace, diving back into her muff and began thrusting my hips forwards, slowly placing my hindpaws on the back of her head.

Thrusting faster and faster between her tits and down her throat, pressing my tongue more greedily against the walls of her sex and the gate blocking her womb I eventually came towards my climax, feeling the heat rising again in my chest and my throat, I pulled my maw away from her and sealed my teeth shut, leaking sparks and smoke and soot towards the deeply shadowed canopy of the forest above us, growling out my release and slamming her head down onto my dick and into her own breasts before she let them fall away and deep throated my cock, as I released a torrent of seed past her tonsils.

I Couldn't hold my jaw shut against my pleasure forever though, and eventually let out a growling roar, the smoke-laden flames sputtering from my jaws before I thrust down and clamped my jaws onto her rear, my tongue deep in her vent. She let out a screech of mingled pleasure and pain around my dick and her own orgasm began squirting onto my teeth and down my throat.

After a time of just laying back and enjoying the feelings I eventually rolled her onto her back and rolled away, a painful scratchy feeling throughout my jaw and throat as I began painfully hacking and coughing out thick gouts of smoke, soot and sparks and licks of dirty flame into the roots and grass. After innumerable mintues of wheezing and choking I eventually caught my breath again and calmed the fit, to turn and see her on her fee- er, hooves, again, snorting some of my cum out of her nostrils to clear them.

And, if you wouldn't mind overly much, I could really use something to drink, ideally some water if it wouldn't be too much trouble. I'll continue telling the stroy from that point after a small break.